Mistakes not forgiven.[11]

I felt dizzy, my head hurt, I must have blacked out, and I knew it, I heard the radio, or the news , some sort of informative thing, blaring away, I looked around. I stared up and realized I was in the master room. My mind tried to pull all the details together but it just hurt more. Realizing I had probably a million and 2 things to do I had better get up. MY head still spun but I reached for the bed-side table and steadied myself, and I realized that all my stuff, along with cassy’s was in my room, and she was sitting in the corner with crayons and a little booklet. I walked over, and sat down next to her. She looked up at me and smiled, and then showed me her messy little picture. I smiled back, happy that she was happy. The one thing that puzzled me is what this man had done to her. Why wouldn’t Cassy just talk. I started to talk, retelling my whole life, and she seemed to be listening! I stopped and then asked her what she thought. And to my surprise she started to talk, almost like she was in school and had learn to talk in a smart way, my ears tuned in and I listened and then eventually she started to talk about her life and what she went through. I just couldn’t believe it! She started to cry through out the story of her life and so did I. we cried together and just, we didn’t seem to have any differences. By the time we both finished crying, it was time for us both to eat. Now that I knew she could talk, my whole perspective on her had changed. she was no longer this little girl I had found in my closet, she was family, but not close enough, so I would adopt her. I would get the money. But wait, no on could know, but her birth certificate, I would have to do something I did not want to do. Go back to my home town.

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